The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

Xing Yidaozu couldn't bear the blow, and a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably. At this point, he couldn't even feel any regret in his heart. All that was left was deep powerlessness and hatred towards Gong Wuji.

As the master of a palace, he is - unworthy!

"Ancestor!"

Nangong Chen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xing Yidazu appear. The courage he had just mustered disappeared completely at this moment. He broke out in a cold sweat and felt exhausted and had lost all his strength. But before he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Xing Yidazu spit out blood, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Xing Yidaozu just waved his hand at Nangong Chen and spat out a mouthful of blood. He became much clearer now and naturally saw Nangong Chen's intention. He was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. Nangong Chen was his last hope and he was almost ruined. It was really just a little bit.

Yizu Xing revealed a smile that was uglier than crying, but he did not hesitate any longer. Under the gaze of everyone, he inserted his hand directly into his chest and pulled out a still beating heart. His fingers tightened suddenly, and the heart turned into blood mist in an instant. As his fingers flew, the blood mist slowly gathered in front of him, and an extremely terrifying formation emitting a strong bloody smell took shape at an extremely fast speed. Yizu Xing shouted loudly, and the formation drawn with all the blood and energy of a Taoist cultivator was instantly attached to the palace protection formation below.

Gong Wuji, who was enjoying himself, suddenly let out a scream. Everyone saw that his meridians were rapidly reversing, and the vitality and spiritual power that he had previously absorbed flowed back into the formation at an even faster rate.

"The world is turned upside down."

Yongye narrowed his eyes as he looked at the formation attached to the protective formation of the Wuji Palace and uttered a name. When he heard the four words "the universe is reversed", Bai Yaoyao and Puhua Daozu were both stunned, and their eyes turned towards Xingyi Daozu with complicated expressions.

"This old man actually sacrificed himself."

Bai Yaoyao murmured in disbelief.

After all, the human race today prospers together, and they cannot afford to lose a cultivator at the Daozu realm. But she never expected that in the short time that she and the old guy Xingyi were away, Gong Wuji actually chose to become a demon first, and he did it at the cost of destroying the entire Wuji Palace. This... is hard to comment on. One can only say that the old thing Xingyi is quite sympathetic.

Yizu Xing was willing to risk his own soul to preserve some hope for Wuji Palace. Was the head of the eight sects of the human race going to end in such an incredible way?

Bai Yaoyao couldn't help but look towards Yongye, only to see that he was watching everything that was happening in front of him with great interest. Bai Yaoyao pursed her lips. She almost forgot that this was a guy who was used to watching the fun and taking no matter how big the event. She actually expected to see shock or something like that in his eyes. She wondered if he had hurt his brain during the fight just now.

On the other hand, Gong Wuji fell into extreme pain and panic.

"No! Ancestor, you can't, you can't..."

Gong Wuji screamed, the extreme pain made his body tremble violently, and he began to struggle and twist desperately, but at this time his body was still connected to the formation, no matter how he struggled, he could not break free, and could only let out a series of miserable and painful roars.

"Ancestor, Master..."

Looking at Gong Wuji's miserable condition, Nangong Chen couldn't bear it. He looked at Xing Yida Zu with pleading in his eyes. But when he saw Xing Yida Zu's appearance at this moment, he opened his eyes wide in shock, and two lines of tears could no longer be held back and flowed down.

It is said that men do not shed tears easily, but in fact, it is just because they are not heartbroken enough. At this moment, Nangong Chen experienced an extreme heartache for the first time. It was a repressed, unspeakable pain, and an irreversible powerlessness and dejection towards everything that was happening before his eyes.

Xing Yidaozu has always looked like an old man with a fairy-like demeanor, but that was just an appearance he deliberately maintained for the sake of the elder's dignity. In fact, he had smooth skin, ruddy complexion, and exuded vitality. Even his white hair only made him look more like a fairy from another world, and he didn't look old at all. But now, Xing Yidaozu looked haggard, with wrinkles all over the exposed skin, the appearance of a real octogenarian. He also looked gloomy all over, with a faint aura of death lingering around him. His long hair was like dead grass that had lost its vitality, and it had no luster at all except for being rotten.

"Ancestor..."

Nangong Chen's lips trembled slightly, and his handsome and resolute facial features turned pale under the continuous blows. His long hair, which was always neatly tied up, also became loose, and his whole body exuded a sense of brokenness and confusion.

Everything happened too fast. Things seemed to become uncontrollable since Gong Ranran committed suicide in front of him. It seemed like the master's wife went mad and the master was possessed by a demon in just a moment. Now even the ancestor is leaving?

Xing Yi Zu has always been the one that all Wuji Palace disciples look up to. As long as Xing Yi Zu is there, Wuji Palace will remain the leader of the eight sects. As the cultivator with the highest cultivation level among the human race, as long as Xing Yi Zu is there, Wuji Palace will not fall even if it is severely damaged. But what if Xing Yi Zu is lost...

"Chen'er."

As if he saw what Nangong Chen was thinking, Xing Yidazu raised his cloudy eyes and called out. Seeing Nangong Chen also looking at him, Xing Yidazu tried hard to pull the corners of his mouth, but to no avail. He sighed lightly, and his old fingertips moved slightly, causing ripples on the formation. Nangong Chen suddenly felt a force restraining his waist, and his whole body fell uncontrollably.

"This ancestor has used his own blood and cultivation to seal the Wuji Palace for a thousand years. If you can break through to the Daozu realm within a thousand years, you can also break the seal with the Xuanyuan Sword. Chen'er, the Wuji Palace is handed over to you."

Before Nangong Chen could struggle, the old voice of Xing Yida Zu sounded in Nangong Chen's sea of ​​consciousness. Hearing Xing Yida Zu's voice, Nangong Chen gave up struggling and just looked painfully at the gradually blurry Xing Yida Zu above.

“Chen’er, Wuji Palace has suffered this disaster, and its strength has been reduced to only one tenth of what it was, but it has also broken the shackles on you. From now on, Nangong Chen is just Nangong Chen. You have to fight for what you want. With a thousand years, I believe you will be able to lead Wuji Palace back to the world. If you can stand at the top of the four regions by then, you will find that whatever you want, whether it’s people or anything else, will become easy to get.”

This was the last sound Nangong Chen heard before the formation was completely closed. He seemed to see Bai Qinghua as well. The woman also looked at him, but was quickly blocked by a bony hand, so he could not see the expression in those eyes...